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Jan 2016
Once
the music
was nothing
but an enzymes
in our brain
that runs freshness..Rejuvenate
that runs to
put out fire.. Anger
that runs our
dream boat floats.. Creativity
that stimulate…Romance
the
evolution dried
that enzymes..
........
Now
when I
hear her voice
feel
the nostalgic..
JP
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JP  INDIA
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